I’ve never really liked New Year’s Eve. It probably stems back from school days when New Year’s meant that holiday vacation was ending and school was just around the corner. I’ve definitely been to my share of wild parties back in the day and I’m sure I’ll run that circuit again. However, the best New Year’s Eves that stick in my mind are the ones I spent with just one person or doing something low key. It’s nice to have a night to wear a sequined dress and drink martinis in New York City but I don’t ever need an excuse to do that. I’ll do that on a Monday in March or something. Ain’t nothing gonna stop me from living my life.
I like the clean slates/resolutions part of New Year’s. Sure, we should all be good people who eat well and exercise all year round, but sometimes we need the extra push. Lots of people don’t follow their resolutions, but some do. Last year, my resolution was to make a million dollars. It didn’t happen. This year, I just want less anxiety, less debt, and more patience and kindness. And I want to learn to cook.
That said, since I now have one of these:
I’m not looking for the hottest party in town to ring in the new year. A new tradition started last year with good food, music and friends. This year, we hosted. None of the kids made it to midnight although two came close. Scarlet couldn’t hang and crashed around 8. The adults crashed around 1 or 1:30 am.
You might think our New Year’s was too wholesome for your taste, but I assure you it wasn’t. We had our share of debauchery and vulgar behavior. It’s not that different from the way it used to be when I was in my 20’s. New Year’s Eve post-kids still has…
Drunken, staggering, wobbling walking:
Embarrassing couples photos taken, and then taken some more:
People passing out on the couch:
And sometimes co-ed couch cuddling:
Our New Year’s had some pretty standard drunk dialing:
And, of course, unflattering camera angles and “stoned” pictures:
There was that one girl, that party girl, who mysteriously changed clothes halfway through the wild party. Why? Did she spill beer (milk) on herself? Did she wet herself? Is she trying to get the attention of a cute guy? The world will never know…
And as per most wild parties, that wild party girl could barely keep her head up after too much (milk) to drink:
And, as it probably was at the wild party YOU were at, there were boys taking pictures of wild, party girls:
See? My New Year’s probably wasn’t much different from yours. Rock on.